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The Fallen flower

I was a  tree-bound flower once. Pristine white at the peak of my youth. I reflected the morning light like a snowflake in Aspen. You looked at me and oohed & aahed then. I was the cynosure of every eye - yours too.

Now you look down upon me.
Well truth be told - I am fallen.
The winds of change took me out of the nurturing grasp of my home... to the barren lands beneath. I tried to resist change (alas). Now I must await my time as I wither under the weather. You look at me and wonder, even take my photograph, put in a little sympathy too.

Your time is coming too.

Arjuns Tryst with the camera's Fan Box


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